war and peace

Malfoy Manor is located in the forests of Wiltshire, western England.Voldemort had been to that place more than once and was quite familiar with it.But before he landed, he noticed the difference.The magic protection covering the entire manor has been changed, and a new tree monkey frog protection has been added outside the original tundra swamp; Canceled, and similar spells on the hedges and gates have failed.If any Death Eater still wanted to go in, he would undoubtedly have to face at least three magical obstacles.

Voldemort fell to the ground, looked at the driveway behind the black wrought iron gate, and the house at the end shining through the diamond-shaped windows, with a cold arc on the corner of his mouth.It was something he'd expected, but Malfoy was more afraid of death than he'd imagined.Voldemort turned his head sideways and saw that the garden on the other side was very neatly manicured, and several white peacocks were strolling in it contentedly.The arc of his mouth turned into a mockery, and he rose from the ground again.The warning spells around the manor didn't even make a sound, allowing him to easily break through.

Instead of questioning or punishing Malfoy, of course it is important to find the diary first.Voldemort cast an invisibility spell and a flying spell on himself very freely, and then relied on his ability to perceive the soul piece (he had already recovered the soul piece on the locket during the process of physical incarnation, and then found himself The ability to perceive other souls has recovered a little), and it didn't take much time to find it.

Standing in the cellar, facing the protective black iron box in front of him, Voldemort felt that the veins on his forehead could not bear it anymore.Locked in such a Muggle way?Compared to protecting things, this posture is more like being afraid of death, right?If Malfoy had put half as much thought into protecting his diary as he did in keeping the Death Eaters from entering the manor, it shouldn't have been done like this!

Voldemort took two deep breaths before resisting the urge to burn the place to ashes.He stretched out his hand, but instead of facing the lock, he directly penetrated through the layers of iron boxes and inserted it in.When he came out, he already had an old leather-bound diary in his hand.

There is no wind in the cellar, but the pages of the book are shaking slightly, as if conveying a joyful mood of reunion after a long absence.Voldemort stared at it, and the scene of its cover with a big hole torn and black blood splattered seemed to appear in his mind again.

No, it wasn't him thinking, but another soul was thinking.Voldemort had been receiving thoughts like this ever since his physical body actually materialized.The Savior wanted very much to kill his seven soul pieces, and thought (Voldemort must have thought so) that he would succeed, only on his own strength.In the eyes of the Savior, he is the boy destined to die in order to destroy himself completely; therefore, this is the only sacrifice necessary, and he should prevent the tragedy of others from happening again...

Very good, another person who doesn't know the so-called.Voldemort appraised in his heart, and then drew the Savior and Regulus together without hesitation.However, compared to Regulus, the savior obviously knows much more things (Voldemort admits reluctantly that there are indeed many inside stories he did not know before), so his goal is bigger and clearer - to save those People who should have died exchanged their lives for peace.

But can he really pull it off?Voldemort let out a silent sneer.He stuffed the diary into the inner robe pocket, and his whole body penetrated the rock and earth above the cellar like air.He didn't want any surprises right now, and if he saw Lucius Malfoy, Voldemort felt sure he'd explode.

For the reasons mentioned above, Voldemort left Malfoy Manor quietly again.The next stop was Little Hangleton, a village located in a valley between two mountains, and there were not many Muggles living there.Gaunt's hut is already deserted. As long as he gets the soul-returning stone ring, he can go directly to the jungle without anyone noticing... A shrill female voice came from a distance, as if holding something Tease the child; the man's voice is very hoarse, and there is a little boy's intermittent voice: "Give, give me... all, all mine!"

What is this?Voldemort was annoyed that his train of thought had been interrupted.At this time, he was passing over the mouth of a river, and there were continuous mountain peaks in the distance.He quickly realized this time that it was still the situation on the Savior's side.

Listening to that childish voice... Maybe she can talk?Seems a bit early?This, Voldemort thought uncertainly, was not his area of ​​expertise.Then he suddenly came to his senses, the savior came back with him, as long as the body functioned normally, it would definitely be much faster than a normal child, and it was absolutely impossible for him to stutter.And that tone of voice... doesn't look like a savior, does it?Well, by the way, there seems to be a child at Aunt Savior's house...

Voldemort didn't stop there, but continued on his way.The Savior was the last one he had to deal with, and now he didn't care what the other party did.He tried to focus his thoughts on a place where he should pay attention, but the piece of soul that did not belong to him was still very active, persistently sending him images and sounds from the other side.What he received before was only thoughts, and then there was real-time sound; and it seemed that as the savior grew up, the images became clearer and clearer.Voldemort was skeptical. It wouldn't be long before he could see what was going on around the Savior and grasp all his thoughts—it was unheard of for a person to be so defenseless!

"It's all right, Dudley, you don't have to eat so fast," said the high-pitched female voice again.Voldemort saw where he seemed to be lying, the door was open, and the voice seemed to be coming from behind the wall on his side. "Have some chopped vegetables, mother has already made them fine... Ah, do you want chocolate, Dudley?"

"Dish...don't!" The childish voice sounded again.Although the voice was immature, the owner seemed to have a serious temper, because the sound of a plate falling to the ground was heard the next moment.

"As expected of Dudley, Mom and Dad! Dad knew that you would pick the best food, didn't you?" The man's voice sounded again, sounding triumphant.

The little boy's voice became louder, and he was crying: "Meat...sweet...chocolate..."

"I'll give you a call for mom, eh, Dudley?" The female voice still said in a coaxing tone, not caring about the boy's broken plate.But the little boy ignored her, crying louder and louder, accompanied by some beating sounds.

"Fortunately, I have already wrapped the crib with thick lace." The female voice continued.Then the crying stopped and it was clear the boy had got what he wanted.

Suddenly there was a slight sigh in his ear.It seemed that the other party's gaze was taken away from the door panel, and Voldemort also took the opportunity to see clearly where he was-surrounded by two rows of wooden shelves filled with various children's toys.Little tin soldiers, toy pistols, bright yellow water ducks, little trains that can run (don't ask why Voldemort knows this, this is what Harry thought), a large bucket of colorful plasticine, wooden puzzles And the building blocks seem to have fallen a lot of dust.The windows were not open and the air was very stuffy.

Then a pair of hands appeared in sight.It was really small, and it was the same as any he had seen before, grabbing the side fence-this shaker was much simpler than the previous ones, and the burrs could still be seen on the wooden sides.The line of sight is a little higher, and it is obvious that the savior has stood up.The hand stretched out towards the table, and there was a small glass cup half filled with water (the rim of the cup was missing a hole), and a small plate with bread crumbs (it looked like leftovers from other people's meals) ).It must be mentioned that the table was also covered with a layer of dust.

Even if Voldemort didn't know Harry's childhood environment anymore, this small fragment is enough for him to know about it.The place where the Savior lives is like a warehouse, Voldemort commented in his mind.And from the tone of his uncle and aunt, maybe the next room is a palace.

However, the idea of ​​​​the savior is this-there is clean water, yes; the bread is still fresh, yes.At least Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon didn't let him eat some spoiled food, and at least they left him a quilt.He was still unbalanced, but he was able to understand his uncle and aunt.With a nephew who is no different from a time bomb, how can he expect the other party to treat him well?Then he ate the water and the bread, and lay down again to sleep.

The mind connection is broken.

At the beginning, Voldemort still wanted to laugh at the savior's saintliness ("It's really a savior!"); but at the end, he opened his mouth slightly, but he couldn't laugh.If he had moved from place to place, he would probably only want to kill the family of Avada, and would not have thought about this kind of aspect at all—both parents died, or he was murdered by a vicious black wizard; Temporarily disappeared, not dead; in this case, willing to take in that child - or the child of her sister who has always been jealous - seems to be a bit difficult.

Voldemort was startled.Is he sympathizing with the savior?Ha, there is nothing more ridiculous than this!He moved faster, his body almost drawing an afterimage in the air.Compared with the idea of ​​the savior, what he should consider is how to solve this two-way-currently one-way-forced connection of thoughts!He doesn't want to spend the next few months or even years full of Muggle bosses and family affairs and all kinds of trivialities in the life of the savior growing up... Just imagining this prospect is so miserable Unable to expect!